I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Cold.
Me: Yes, but not the coldest it has ever been.
Stella: No, but still cold. The sky is crying cold tears. Why can’t it wait until summer when it’s tears will be warmer.
Me: Because this is winter. Sorry. We can’t forget winter. It’s cold a lot and cloudy a lot, but it serves its purpose.
Tiger: Its purpose is to shower us with cold water when we go out to potty?
Me: That’s not its purpose. That is one of its side effects.
Wiggles: I used to enjoy going out to potty. Now it is shocking and gross.
Me: All I can say is, hurry out and hurry back in.
Miss Sweetie: I don’t like it. There have been no sunny days when I can sunbathe. The sky should keep its water to itself.
Me: Hey, I have gone out with you, right?
Miss Sweetie: Yes, but how does that help me?
Me: The second you come in, isn’t there a special treat waiting for you?
Miss Sweetie: Yes. But why can’t the days and nights be dry and I still get the treat?
Doodlebug: What about me?
Me: What about you? You get a treat each time, too.
Doodlebug: Not good enough. I want extra snacks.
Me: No, Doodle, no! I know what kind of snacks you are looking for and I am glad that you don’t search for them on wet, cold days. That’s one benefit of cold showers.
Doodlebug: I don’t worry about it, Lady Human. I’ll be back on the hunt when the rain stops.
Me: Not if I can clean out your stash first.
Doodlebug: Catch me if you can.
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